"Why am I so feared?"
I ponder this ages. I ponder this for years.
I am the "Evil Queen," they say.
"Snow White, the poor girl!" they say.
I wasn't always this way...so obsessed with beauty and such
I used to not care very much...at all, actually
Then the world changed.
Life was no longer about living life to the fullest
Life was no longer about being true to yourself
No...the laughs faded into silence, and the smiles turned into dust
"You must be presentable," they told me, "Have those around you envy your beauty."
They forced my being into a skin-tight mold, draining the life out of me
Now, here I am.
I lost everything to be beautiful and then here comes Snow White
Blessed with the gift of beauty. Born with the wings to fly...Soar even.
I am not cruel.
I am not evil.
I was made this way.
An innocent child made hopeless princess.
Long live the Queen.